Goodbye, for it is now time. Time to go back to a time where I was happy. A long distant time, so far away, I can't decide if it was once real, or just a product of my rampant and vine-like imagination. I digress. Yet I want to let go and give the peaceful rest that those I love need. And yet I digress again. I can't go. This door is open, but the gateway behind me might close, leaving me trapped. I would only be able to go forward, which means putting a foot in front of the other. Quite the task when you're on the edge of a pale blue death, glistening below me. It's an inviting sight, really. Why is blue such a cold color? Cold like ice. No movement. Stop.
And yet again I digress. Then, maybe there is a reason for this mental shortcut to appear time after time after time...
I can't let go of you. I need to talk to you. I need to see you. You, the suffering I can only cherish. The love of my life. I can't go now, this would mean I wouldnt feel you again. I just can't remember to forget you.
I hate you with a passion. I wish you hell, and the deepest pit of despair. Tiny bugs cutting each of my limbs. Because, that's what it is.
You and I, we share a bond. I cant die until you kill me, and you won't let me go until I save you. The funny thing is, I'm both you and I. I can't let myself go. Not now. That's why I only say Goodbye. I'll be back
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